by Mignon Mykel
I tugged and she lifted her ass, allowing me to pull them down. She brought her knees up and I fully pulled the lace off, tossing them somewhere along the floor to reside with the lost teddy. Who the hell knew where? Not me, not when Emily dropped both her legs open, exposing her glistening pink folds to me.
I tasted her on my fingers but I needed my mouth on her. It was one thing I hadn’t been given the last time we were together and I was damn well taking it now. At least for a moment.
I ran my fingers up her slick folds, the very tip of my middle finger playing along the underside of her clit.
“Rory…”
Emily’s eyes were closed again and her hands were fisted in the sheets.
“You want more of that, Emy?” I nearly choked on my tongue with the stutter of her name but she did nothing to correct me so I let it go. I flicked my finger over her clit again and she groaned.
“Rory…” she said again. “It’s sensitive.”
Not wanting to hurt her, I moved my hand so the pad of my thumb covered her, pressing lightly then rolling. “That better?”
She moaned her approval and with my thumb on her, I rearranged my body to lay between her legs with a prime viewing spot.
I breathed her in. Even if I didn’t know how wet she was, I could smell her and it was fucking intoxicating. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then her other, before moving my hands to hold down her hips.
Then, with slow precision, ran the flat of my tongue up her folds, the tip of my tongue circling her clit. Again I did it. And again. Until finally I sucked the engorged bud into my mouth.
Emily’s hands moved from the sheets to grip my wrists, keeping my hands in place on her hips. I was cool with that. My hand already discovered her. It was my mouth’s turn and damn if I wasn’t enjoying myself.
Wanting to give her clit a reprieve, I moved my mouth back down to her pussy opening, dipping my tongue inside and lapping up her wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips, moved my tongue over her, then dipped my tongue back in. Quick little thrusts with my tongue all while breathing her in.
Her nails were digging into my wrists. Wouldn’t be much longer now…
But I needed to feel her coming around my cock. I deprived myself of that last time with my prematurity—Goddamn, I wasn’t going to remind myself of that—so before I could let her find her release, I pulled my mouth away.
I fished one hand out from her grip so I could guide the head of my cock to her entrance, coating the head with her slick juices before nudging myself right. There.
I took her hand in mine and, as I lay over her, thrusting deep into her warm envelope in one long push, brought our hands up to the pillow beside her head, my fingers interlocking with hers.
Her open mouthed moan echoed my own. She released my other wrist, putting that hand on my shoulder, and I took the opportunity to put my free hand under the small of her back, angling her just enough…
Good God, she felt like heaven.
I wanted nothing more than to blow my load now, but I’d be damned if that was happening. Not again.
Granted, Em seemed to be looking for a repeat performance so I guess it wouldn’t be too horrible.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest as we were pressed together, just as I could feel the slight ebbing pulse of her pussy walls, ready to take that final plunge.
Keeping my hips slow and close, I started a gentle thrust, absolutely thriving on the feel of her walls squeezing my cock. Fast, and I was more than positive we’d both come, but I wanted—no, needed—this to last.
This first time needed to last.
With slow thrusts, I was able to focus on kissing every inch of Emily’s face.
Her eyelids, closed over the clear blue orbs that I was damned lucky to look into every day.
The tip of her nose, turned up just ever so slightly in a button type way.
Her high cheek bones.
The corner of those pretty pink lips.
Then finally over her open mouth.
God I loved kissing this woman. Her tongue danced against mine in the same slow fashion as my cock did down below. I let my own eyes close for a moment, taking in everything by the sense of feel.
The feel of her mouth loving against mine.
The feel of her warm walls enveloping my cock.
The feel of my heart swelling in my chest.
Two years was a damn long time, but to get to here? Damn well worth it.
Emily brought her knees up, squeezing against my hips. Her mouth began to try and find a quicker dance to mine and one of her feet pressed against my ass. She wanted this to hurry up.
I pulled my mouth from her with a slight grin and quick chuckle.
“You in a hurry?” I asked her, holding myself inside her, deep to the very root of me.
“I need more,” she whined, trying to lift her hips.
“Not yet, Emy,” I said, bringing my mouth back down to hers. What the fuck was wrong with me and her name? It was like, all of a sudden I couldn’t manage to get the L in there.
With my mouth against hers, but before I could resume our kiss, she whispered, “I like that.”
I pulled my head back. “Like what?”
She paused, searching my face. “Emy.”
Ah, she liked my blunder of her name. I couldn’t very well tell her it was an accident now. But hell, if she liked it…
“Alright, Emy.” I kissed her lips. “Now let me do what I was doing. I’m enjoying myself.” I said the last part against her lips and began the slow thrust again.
This slow push and pull was torture, but what exquisite torture it was.
But of course, Emily wasn’t going to let this go on for long. Soon her hips were moving under mine again, both feet pressed to just below my ass, trying to get me to move faster.
But it was when she put her hand between our bodies to get herself to where she needed to go, that I drew the line.
“No.” I pulled back and moved her fingers from herself.
“I’m right there, Rory! Just…just fuck me already!” she pouted.
“Not fucking,” I growled at her, by no means upset with her but really hating the term. This? This was not fucking. “I’m making love to my girl.”
That gave her pause.
With wide eyes on mine, she stared at me a moment before opening her mouth again. “Am I? Your girl?”
“Fuck yes, Emy.” Why she doubted that for a second was beyond me. What had we been doing the last seven months? Playing glorified house? Friends with not-so-many benefits? Shit no. I was living with my girl, helping her get through some of the hardest classes she’d ever take, with the end goal of forever.
Yes, she was my girl.
And no, I wasn’t fucking her.
Sure, fucking had its place in the bedroom but right this moment, I was making love to her. This slow, sweet sex was full of more emotion than I had ever felt, in or out of the bed. And she damn well was going to know the difference before this night was through.
Emily
His girl. Making love. It was all almost too much.
But it wasn’t. Not at all.
It was just enough.
With my heart a few sizes too big for my chest, I brought our linked hands to my lips and pressed a kiss to Rory’s knuckles.
With a cheeky grin hiding behind our linked hands, I told him, “You may continue.”
“Oh may I?” he responded with a light laugh and a quick roll of his hips. “Are you sure? You have any more questions? Because I’ve got all day…”
I let go of his hand so I could frame his face with both of mine, bringing him down again. I held on to his green gaze, lifting a fraction to press my lips against his, feather light, and whispered, “Make love to me, Rory. I’m almost there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His own whispered reply brushed his lips over mine before he took my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite, then a long, healing suckle. I slid one hand to the back o
f his head, dropping the other down his neck and between his shoulders, loving his mouth on mine.
When he started to move his hips again, I squeezed my legs around him, my inner thighs pressed close to his flexing hips. I could feel his ass clenching with each slow, agonizing thrust.
But then he changed the angle. Just slightly, but in a way that had his groin brushing my clit with each full sink into me. Just two times of feeling him press and roll over my clit and my entire body was shaking.
“Rory!” My legs tightened around him as my thighs quivered with my release. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as my body let go.
Apparently it was almost too much for Rory, too. “Fuck, Em,” he groaned out. He was impossibly full in my tight pussy and the feel of my body flexing around his rock hard cock had my orgasm going on and on.
“God, I can’t…” He pulled out once more, pushing in slowly, before he started rocking his hips quicker, small, little thrusts with his face pressed against the side of mine. “God, Emy, you feel so fucking good, squeezing my cock. Milking my cock,” he murmured around grunts as his hips pistoned into me, fighting against the tightness. Then, with a shout, his own orgasm overtook him.
His hips flexed and his cock jerked with his release. I kept my legs tight around him, not wanting him to leave me just yet.
When his body stilled and his muscles relaxed, with his body weight pushing me into the mattress, I finally let my limbs loosen from around him. I took a deep breath, loving the feeling of Rory’s weight on top of me. There were few pleasures in life, and for me personally, this was one of them.
His body lax and content on top of mine.
Sure, he’d get heavy soon—the man was a lot of muscle—but for the moment, I was enjoying this.
“I can’t move,” he mumbled into the pillow beside my head, making me laugh lightly.
“Yeah, well, I can’t either,” I responded back in jest. When he braced a hand beside me to push himself over, I wrapped my legs around him again. “One more minute.”
I should have figured he wouldn’t let that slide. With a push, he rolled us over, still inside me, and I scrambled to unhook my ankles from behind his back before they were crushed under his big body.
“One minute here.” He put his hands on my hips and shifted me down just slightly, just enough so I could rest my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck. I bracketed my forearms beside our heads on the pillow and closed my eyes, fully relaxed. Rory’s hands lazily roamed up and down my back.
After a quiet moment, the only sound in the tiny cabin being our slowing breaths and the crackle of the fireplace, Rory said, “That was worth the wait.”
Smiling, I propped my chin in the middle of his chest and teased, “It made up for last time.”
I squealed when his hand connected with my ass in a stinging slap. “Sass.” He rubbed the spot to ease the sting before tapping both hands on either side of my hips. “I gotta get rid of the condom. Would hate to be considered the next Conor and Mia.”
I froze at that.
Did he mean…?
Did he not want kids? I mean, I wasn’t by any means ready for them, but I liked to look at the long-term and there was no sense wasting time with someone if there wasn’t going to be a forever…
He must have seen a shift in my eyes because he tugged on my hair. “Emily.”
I forced a smile and shifted off of him. “Go get rid of the condom, Rore.” I moved off the bed and wished I had my bed clothes nearby but because they weren’t, I walked naked to the bathroom, refraining from closing the door as badly as I wanted to, and pulled on the sleep boxers and sweatshirt I’d brought in earlier. The soft inner fleece of the sweatshirt was still too much for my sensitive nipples, but I wasn’t about to walk back out to find a tank to wear under.
I was working on pulling my hair up in a top knot when Rory walked in. My eyes caught his in the mirror but quickly went back to my own reflection. In my peripheral, I watched as he discarded the condom and just when I thought he’d move from the room to grab his own clothes, he stepped behind me and slid his arms around me, his hands under my sweatshirt and on my bare stomach. I lowered my arms after securing the band around my knot and let my arms hang uselessly beside me.
I watched in the mirror as he turned his face in to mine, pressing his lips to my temple before regarding our reflections. “I just meant,” he said softly, “that we wouldn’t want an unexpected pregnancy right now. Someday, Emy girl, I am going to put a baby in here.” He rubbed my stomach gently. “When you’re through with school and are completely ready.”
My eyes teared up; I couldn’t help it. With a watery tilt of my lips, I asked, “When did you turn into such a good guy?”
His chuckle vibrated against my back and he pressed another kiss to my temple. “There was this girl…” Rory turned me then, and I put my arms around his naked back. “In due time, Emily. You have more important things to worry about right now.”
I tilted my chin up so I could press my lips to his softly. “I’m game.”
December 24th
Rory
Later, when Emily was cuddled under the blankets of the cozy bed, sleeping through the midnight hour, I reached for my phone from the bedside table. These last two days with Emily far exceeded my expectations and there was no way in hell I was watching what we had walk away—at any point.
What started out as a chase, the need to take the one girl who wanted nothing to do with me, turned into so much more than I could have ever fathomed. Two years of my attention being focused on Emily, on how I could be the man for her, really put into perspective Bren and Stone’s situation. I would never fully understand their need to have kept it a secret for five years, but I got the whole longevity of it.
I wanted what my sister had with Stone, what Con had with Mia. And I wanted it with the woman I once felt was ice cold indifferent toward me.
I scrolled through my emails, finding the one I was looking for, and shot off a new message to the puppy lady before responding to a second message. Tomorrow Emily’s Christmas would be complete—and we still had the actual holiday to go through.
Best damn Christmas ever.
Emily sat in the middle of the now-made bed, hair a freaking mess and a coffee mug in her hands between crossed legs. Her facial expression told me she wasn’t exactly thrilled to have been woken up at four.
That said, I made sure to have coffee ready before waking her; I knew her well enough.
She should be happy I let her sleep all night. I sure as hell didn’t, not with memories of the two of us between these very sheets—well, on top of them really. I would have loved nothing more than to take her again and again throughout the night. As it was, I slept off and on and finally woke up at three thirty to start getting our stuff together.
I glanced up at her sour expression and chuckled to myself, turning my attention back to the task at hand. “Hey, you told your mom we’d be there at ten.” I reached for Emily’s discarded lingerie from the floor and grinned as I stuffed it in the bag with everything else.
“It doesn’t take six hours to get to San Diego,” she mumbled, lifting the mug to her lips.
“From home, no,” I said, standing. I tugged my pajama pants back into place. “But we’re north; it actually will take nearly seven.” I looked at the clock. Four sixteen. “And we’re still going to be late.”
Her eyes widened. “Seven hours?” She uncrossed her legs and placed the mug on the table beside what had been her side of the bed. “I have to shower!”
I watched, fascinated, as she started stripping from the two pieces of clothing that kept her body from mine all night—hell, make that every night I’d slept with her. Had I known she chose to be bare under the two pieces of clothing...
She carelessly left the clothes on the floor, puddled where she stood, before walking quickly to the bathroom.
God, her body. I loved it.
“We’
re going to be so late!” she said, talking to herself, as she stepped into the bathroom. I heard the crank of the pipes as she turned on the shower, and followed her in. She was just stepping under the spray when she caught me undressing as well.
“We don’t have time for that, Rory!” she said, pointing to my growing erection.
“Save water, Em.” I stepped into the shower behind her, pushing her under the spray and putting my hands in her long hair, threading the locks through my fingers and helping the water douse every inch. At the ends, I tugged until she tilted her chin up toward me.
“We don’t have time for this,” she growled before I put my lips on hers. She kissed back though, so I didn’t know who she thought she was kidding. I stepped closer, my now hard cock trapped between our bodies, as I danced my tongue over hers.
I let go of her hair so I could cradle the back of her head with one hand, the other to her back, where I loved to put my hand and push her closer to me. This was almost my favorite spot to be with her.
When her arms wound around my neck though, I revised that statement.
This. This was my favorite position.
She kissed me back like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like a switch, she seemed to forget she was in a hurry.
I had our bases covered though, so really, hurrying wasn’t necessary.
Keeping her hips pressed to mine, I backed her up to the shower wall. Her back arched, bringing her body closer, when she hit the colder tile and her mouth faltered under mine, but when my hand dropped over the curve of her ass until my finger grazed over the slit of her pussy, her mouth stilled for an entirely different reason.
Her body relaxed against mine and she moaned into my mouth as I drew my finger around her opening, not pushing the digit up into her yet.
Already, I could feel the thick, slick wetness of her as it intermingled with the water dancing around our bodies. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around my hips and opening herself up for me.
I chuckled against her mouth. Oh, she wanted to hurry this up, did she?
